Da

-  Lithilien Quicksilver

As fathers go, you’re not half bad,
If you take my meanin’.
Your arms were strong when I was small.
Your hand was firm through tweenin’.

Oh, there were times I know I put
Some storm clouds on your brow.
Aye, there were days we disagreed,
And not just then, but now.

Those diff’rences, they count for naught,
For here, or there, or far
Beyond the circles of this world,
You’ll always be My Da.